OLD FASHIONED | open, intro? & radio

[FUBUKI]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Being raised on a human establish (albeit an abandoned one), the male liked to think that he knew a thing or two about strange trinkets and devices just from exploring the local area. A strange box attracted his gaze in camp like a magnet, barely even acknowledging Junior until he was close enough. Now, this seemed familiar to an item he'd seen before, but Ren was sure that such a thing had been broken by the time he was old enough to try and fiddle with it. Lest the cuboid was intended to make horrible screeching noises... who would ever make something that sounded like a dying member of his species? A pointed ear flicked, wanting to desperately come up with an answer to prove his intelligence and show off, unfortunately he was left pouting as his memory eluded him. It'd been months, and he'd been but a kitten the last time he'd seen a radio.

Eventually he was able to rip his eyes away from the product, offering a semi-sure look to the stranger who seemed a bit more confused than the tom cat. "A noise maker," Ren answered statically. Parts of him were satisfied with that answer, figuring that it was technically true, after all. "The dial makes the noises different—" or at least changed the groaning. Getting a paw's length away from the radio, the Guardian began looking over the buttons more closely, squinting in thought as he sat himself down. "A button should turn it on... which one though... hmm...". Realising after some time he hadn't properly greeted himself to the stranger, Ren whipped his head around and offered his signature nod of greetings.